Post by artwrite on Jul 12, 2009 14:08:55 GMT
Alf could hear the pitter-patter of the rain. He rubbed his eyes and heard what sounded like muffled voices in discussion. As he entered the next world, the golden sun gleamed down upon him. The sky was a magnificent blue and market traders were all around him trying to sell different products.
A voice behind him echoed, he ran in the opposite direction hoping to find whoever it was but now nobody was communicating. He’d always been told by his mother to stay in one place if he was unsure and so that is what he did.
The wind began to howl. The golden sun vanished and the clear blue sky became black. His eyes closed, and then all of a sudden he’s sitting upright in a hospital bed. He turns around and sees his mother reading a book.
‘Where am I?’ he murmured
‘Alf am I glad you’ve come back to us.’
‘I must go back.’
‘Ssh! Everything is going to be alright now.’
Alf closed his eyes; his mother went back to reading her book and sensing a certain peace allowed him to rest. He paid attention to the quiet, noticing the blackness of his eyes being firmly shut. For a brief moment he saw a flickering orange line and then he was back among the market traders.
The sound of bartering filled the air. Alf cried out to them. They all stopped silent looking at him.
‘You heard me?’
‘When you shout that loud of-course we are going to hear you.’ One of the market traders said.
‘Where am I?’
‘You my little man are in Lumpalupa.’
Alf stared at him as if he was going crazy. The elderly white-bearded gentleman paid back the same compliment.
‘Would you have any idea why I’m Here?’
‘Should I?’
‘Just wondered?’
Alf skipped down the cobbled hill and stopped in the centre of the road. He looked left and right. Horses were pulling carts and taking other residents and holiday makers to different places. Alf knew that although Princess Gerkia told him she would never leave him, he was actually on his own and had to take most responsibilities on his two young shoulders.
He decided to go left and follow the sunset. It was whilst running along the road and darting past the rolling carts, all kinds of different thoughts rushed through his mind. He stopped in his tracks and slowly paced his way up the entrance of the castle. The black iron double gates had been left open as if someone was expecting him.
Alf took little strides up to the castle entrance. The large oak door creaked as he pushed it open. He noticed a thick white candle sitting in the middle of a large oak table. The hall-way was dark, the candle mysteriously lit itself. Alf became scared and ran out of the room and up the stairs. Pictures of old people graced the green painted wall. The eyes of the people in the portraits followed him. An eerie feeling erode his body. He quickly turned round making sure he was looking at the long paintings on the wall. There was nothing peculiar about them.
He slowly continued his search for whatever he was meant to find if anything. He arrived outside a room, the door was ajar. He noticed there was a yellow rocking chair in the corner of the room. Excitedly he jumped into it.
‘Is there anybody here?’ The rocking chair became faster.
The pink curtains started flapping against the magnolia walls. Alf became motionless in the wooden chair. Ornaments above the marble fireplace began to fly in the air. He ran back down the stairs and out into the open space. He ran into a tall dark haired man.
‘Go easy Alf.’
‘How do you know my name?’
‘Come on. You’re being called to do your duty.’
‘My duty, what’s that?’
The slim dark haired man remained silent. Alf gripped the hand of the stranger and began skipping along happily. They entered an archway. An invisible figure began to glow.
‘Alf you’ve made the journey. I’m pleased. Now it’s time to reveal why I have bought you thus far. Can you remember that mythical creature that bought you to the entrance of my world? That was Rolono. He’s my understudy. Alf I need you to be the last person to keep me alive. People on your planet are forgetting my name and what I have done for them. I am El. All this will be like a dream to you and I will never leave you.’
‘That’s what Princess Gerkia said.’
‘Don’t disturb me I’m on a roll.’
Alf had become dazzled by the brightness of this figure’s appearance.
‘You shall no longer be scared but calm and honour your mother and father. My name is El. You are now healed.’
Alf began to stir. His mother bent over the bed gently stroking his cheek. He turned looking at her.
‘Where’s Dad?’
‘Your father’s around somewhere.’
‘Love you mum.’ he said smiling. ‘Can we go home now?’
